In Charlotte, NC, hard by the site of the Democrat National Convention, an artist built a sand sculpture of Barack Obama, smiling at us, not from the heights of Mount Rushmore, as Obama firmly believes he belongs, but from a pile of sand. Neither Obama nor the sand sculptors counted on Mother Nature to be unamused, for a rainstorm washed away a good part of the statue. A statue built of sand is eerily representative of Obama the man. Sand and water is not enough to make concrete.

They built Barack with loving hands

They used the very finest sands

They built with care as love demands

Convinced that it would stay

The rain god said who did this stunt

This little man, this silly runt

To disrespect with this affront

A storm I’ll send today

The wind and lightning came and went

And when the storm was fully spent

The sandy sculpture of the gent

Had gone and washed away

And so it is with mighty airs

That thinks the public really cares

For sandy busts with vacant stares

Of some slick poppinjay

The time approaches that he’ll go

His works all sand that breezes blow

To the four winds with naught to show

As he gets washed away